I was a four-year-old little girl then. My father took me to the
kindergarten and promised to stay outside.
It was the first day of kindergarten. Everyone was crying. I sat
at the second desk and started crying, too.
I was crying loudly and looking at everyone. Suddenly, I saw a girl
called Khalida at the last desk. She wasn’t crying.
The next day, everyone stopped crying, but I didn't stop. I cried for a
month. Finally, the teacher got angry and changed my seat. I sat next to Khalida. She
took a little doll out of her bag and gave it to me. We started playing with the doll and
I stopped crying.
Now we are twelve years old. Our friendship grew along with us. Khalida moved to
another city last year and changed her school, but it didn’t end our friendship. We
often call each other and love talking about our classes.
Last week, Khalida came to my city and we spent a good time together. She joined
my guests at my birthday party and sang a Happy Birthday song while I was cutting
my birthday cake. I am happy to have a friend like her.